Qingming poems in memory of loved ones

No matter in study, work or life, everyone has been exposed to classic poems, which can naturally impress people with language. So what kind of poems are classics? The following is a poem I compiled for you to remember your loved ones in Qingming, for reference only. Let's have a look.

Poetry 1 1 Qingming Festival to pay homage to relatives, Qingming Festival to rain.

There are tears in the moon, and the tea is cold and the wine is light and the pen is silent.

The sound of rain knocking on the window lattice is tight, and my heart is bitter.

2. "Promote shooting mulberry and picking Tomb-Sweeping Day"

Just near Qingming, pay homage to our ancestors and express our heartfelt wishes. Tears shed clean, Cangshan is also sad and unforgettable.

Endure to see the paper and silk have burned out, speechless and sad, and send the spirit to the distance. If you think of your parents, it is difficult to report your feelings. Kneel first.

3. Tomb-Sweeping Day

My hometown has been away from traveling for several years, and there has never been a sacrifice of weeds.

Philip Burkart read it again to prevent the drizzle.

Looking at the mountains in the north, I bowed devoutly and my father naturalized in the west.

Where the black butterfly flies, there is a faint sound of training in the sky.

4. The Case of Sacrificing Father Jade

The countryside is cold and blue, and where to go, lonely.

The snow is freezing and worrying about the two places, and the knuckles are flying, and new songs are not often played.

The big dipper is still missing, and the world is blue with cold.

I was so anxious that I didn't have a sacrifice at home. I sobbed at a loss and bowed at the full moon.

5. "Walking in an open place"

Crying rain hurts the soul, bowing, and drizzling in my heart.

Qingming withered flowers, boundless sadness floating in the sky.

Time flies, bustling like water.

It was difficult to write a book yesterday, and it was flashy like a dream.

6. Old Mother in Hospital

The house in Haolou is overcast, and you can't bear to spend a lot of money to smoke medicine.

Soil, ice and snow are destroyed every season, and the dead branches and weak willows are all dead.

The past and present are hard to redeem, and the Ming Dynasty has its own points.

Spring breeze warms people's faces, and sunny and rainy weather ushered in dust.

Qingming brings rain, spring red is halved, and weeds are deep.

Homeless wanderers return to their homeland to sweep graves and burn paper as a sign of filial piety.

Tears streamed down her face, her loved ones died young, and she abandoned her son to live alone in the world of mortals.

What about Jiuquan's parents? Who accompanies a lonely grave in the barren hills?

The paradise on earth has long gone, and the willow line is hanging in the spring breeze.

The solar terms are near Qingming, and those who pity tears are full of sorrow.

7. "Queqiao Xianbuyun to Mr. Lao He"

Farewell to Hongshan, a few degrees tonight, near Qingming time.

And the dream of going to the hometown of poetry, I'm scared.

Cherry blossoms attract visitors, and Chi Ting is drunk, visiting relatives and friends for several days.

I intend to go to Wuyuan Spring again, miss my hometown and linger in Jiangyou.

8. Tomb-Sweeping Day

Thousands of fires are cold and smoky, but the road is clear but affectionate.

The faint crow in Gansu can't stop, and it's hard to get drunk.

The son pushes three pieces of meat, and the high-impedance seeks a monument.

The nightmare of the world of mortals is waking up, and the spring beans are clear.

Spring blooms in March, and Ziyannan comes to break Ziyun.

Feed the fish with grass to get drunk, and give a sentence of mourning for the soul at Qingming.

Another year in the Peach Blossom Garden, Feng Wanyun.

It's just right for ducks to try warm current. Don't forget to bring your poetic soul when you go hiking.

It rained a lot during the Qingming Festival, and I walked in the village in the rain.

What are you thinking at this time? I miss you, but I want to break my soul.

It's raining hard, who let the power paper pass through the small village?

Picking willow flowers and getting drunk, how can loess hide the soul of missing?

The cuckoo cries with blood, and the rain is full of tears.

Feet bow down to the grave, Jinxiu can't erase sadness.

Poem 2 1 in memory of relatives in Qingming Festival, walking near the south of the city is afraid, and it hurts the most in Shenjiayuan.

Three days before the Fourth Double Ninth Festival, the woman who died in the dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and sobbing. Many words have been forgotten.

3. Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turning back here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.

4, under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.

5, the child led the clothes and asked, why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns?

A long time ago, we joked that one of us would die, but suddenly, before my eyes, you left.

7. I want to hang my sword in front of the grave and listen to the piano on my knees. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

I miss my tears all night, and I will receive them again in the morning.

9, dripping empty ladders, cold rain breaks, burying flowers.

10, lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will burn the midnight oil to mend clothes!

1 1, unlike the night platform, it is dusty and deserted.

12, the dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, and the old willow in Shenyuan does not blow cotton.

13, afraid of hurting mother's feelings, secretly flowed to the pillow.

14, Laoquan should be brewed in Jizuo Huangquan.

15, tears are silent, only regret the past, and rely on painters to keep their knowledge.

What hope do I have in the darkness of our graves? You and I have little confidence in meeting after death.

17, 10% discount, heaven and earth, no one can send it!

18, Bai Shu Crow Atrium, Coody Leng Silent Wet Osmanthus fragrans. I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

19, Nanfeiyan is on the cloudy moon, turn around here, just this month. Birds don't enter, but I don't travel far to Lingnan. I don't know when, when can I return home? The tide receded, the river rippled quietly, the forest was dark and malaria was scattered. Tomorrow I will climb to the top of the mountain and look north at my hometown, or I can see the red berries on the top of the mountain.

20, the road is near the south of the city, I'm afraid to go. The worst dream of Shenjiayuan disappeared for forty years, and the old people in Shenjiayuan did not blow cotton.

Qingming poem 3 1: it is easy to meet, but difficult to leave. Where will I review my feelings one day?

2. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. Lipper

3, know yourself, know the past. Lu Chunqiu

Send a message that it is sunny in Los Angeles, and the spring will be twice as good next year.

5. Insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are breaking the rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. -"Bamboo Stone" Xie

I lost my seat for tomorrow morning, but I saw Wu Yunfei. -Tang Li Bai's Tour of Mount Tai (6)

7. In the old society, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

8, the rain is unusual, it is three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a thin thread, woven densely. There is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. (Zhu Ziqing, "Spring")

10, when Qiantang River is heavy, the tide moves eastward and far to the mainland. The world is not three thousand years old, and things have changed, which is sad. -[Yuan] Zhang Yining's "Zhejiang Shili"

1 1, it's hard to find under the light of smoke. My hometown is on the road, and this place is called the middle of the lake.

12, poor bones by the wuding river, still a dream girl.

14, the old man felt that the years on earth were fleeting, and he stayed at the window in Yi Deng. I wasted a long night reading, and there was no negative autumn. How can a sick tooth eat pork? The residual body can only read clothes and fur. Chongyang lies down to see the ascending couple, and the dogwood mourns itself. Autumn Night Land Tour in Southern Song Dynasty

16, Song Yin's half bow moss, I'm too lazy to look at it. Bored, I went to the fountain to water the banana. The pattering sound startled the children who were playing. They thought it suddenly began to rain. -Song Yang Wanli's "Two quatrains of a nap in early summer" is one of them.

17, Jiang Yousi's son came back, not me. No, I did, and then I regretted it. Book of Songs. Call Jiang Yousi.

18, people are only seven days in spring and have been away from home for two years. The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming")

19, flowing water comes to the hole, and one vein connects the world.

20, it didn't rain on the mountain, and the clothes were wet.

2 1, the savage is sick and the wild garden is open. I smell the flute in sadness, but I can't see the white clothes in my eyes. Yuan Yu is listening to military music. Anyone who has sympathy will knock on the corner. Red beam and green, I know you are drunk and looking at the station in your hometown. "Yang Ri sent people to eastern Zhejiang to engage in" Tang.

22. Mochow doesn't know the way ahead, and no one in the world knows you.

23, the road is long, Xiu Yuan Xi, Xiu Yuan Xi, I will search up and down. Lisao

24. I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.

25. I want to weave acacia flowers and send them far away, but I miss each other all day long. -Li Shangyin

26, now flying flowers are full of cockroaches, leaving no old appearance. When the big plan went through customs, it was all tea.

27. Who says there is no shortage of life? The water in front of the door can still flow west, so don't sing yellow chicken with white hair.

28. A midsummer night's dream: weeping willows and a warm wind in the West Lake intoxicated tourists.

29. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. A ladle of muddy wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: "Goodbye")

30. What time does the West Lake Song and Dance close?

3 1, the next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors. (Yang Wanli: "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang")

32. There are many ways to go in one's life. A road that cannot be turned back is the road to give up. There is one road that cannot be rejected, and that is the road to growth; There is one road that can't be lost, and that is the road of faith; There is one road that cannot be stagnant, and that is the road to struggle; There is one road that can't be forgotten, and that is the way home. Take every road with confidence, and every day of life will be wonderful.

33. People who are moved by words are not deeply impressed; Move people to the walkers. They should be quick.

34. Willows are blowing on the ground and flowers are flying in the sky. The wicker broke and the flowers flew away. I wonder if pedestrians will come back.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of moonlight with her evening song. (Li Shangyin)

37. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light.

39. Castle Peak cannot be covered. After all, it flows east -Song Xin Qi Ji, a bodhisattva with a heart. Book "Jiangxi stoma wall"

40. After the desolation, the two should be the same, and at most, it is impossible to clear the grievances. -"The Mermaid" by Nalan Xingde

4 1, afraid to speak loudly for fear of scaring people.

42. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -Wei's "Bird Song Stream"

43. Only love has responsibility.

44. (Author's brief introduction: Cui Kaiyuan was a scholar, official to Taibu Temple, and Tianbao was Si Xun's foreign minister. The most talked about is his Yellow Crane Tower. It is said that Li Bai wrote an inscription for it, and once praised it as "there is a scene in front of me, and Cui Hao wrote a poem on it". )

45, it is also drunk to force three or two branches of yellow flowers. After waking up drunk in half a bed, I feel more depressed than when I am not drunk. Night Tour on Double Ninth Festival Don Zheng Gu

He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! -Tang Du Fu

47. Tomorrow is tomorrow. How many tomorrows are there? Tomorrow will never come.

48. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"

49, half a garden apricot rain, send the Qingming family. Tomb-Sweeping Day's poems

Poem 4 of Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival —— Answer to Li Shuyi

Mao Zedong

I lost my pride, Yang Jun lost her willow, and the willow was light and straight. Asked what WU GANG had, WU GANG held out osmanthus wine.

Lonely Chang 'e has wide sleeves, and Wan Li dances for the loyal soul. Suddenly came the news that the world had been dormant, and tears flew down and poured down.

The prisoner's lament

Ye Ting

The door where people go in and out is locked, and the hole where dogs climb out is open.

A voice shouted-climb out and set you free!

I long for freedom, but I deeply know-how can a person's body climb out of a dog hole!

I hope that one day, the underground fire will burn me and this living coffin together.

I deserve to live forever in fire and blood!

Three Chapters of Meiling

Rola Chen

one

How does it feel to be beheaded today? There are many difficulties in starting a business

I will go to Quantai to recruit Kibaki and behead Yamaraja with100000 as the standard.

two

It has been ten years since the smoke started in the south of China, and this head must be hung abroad.

After death, you work hard and good news flies like paper money.

three

Joining the revolution is a common occurrence, and there are times of bloodshed.

Taking righteousness as benevolence is a matter of today, and free flowers are planted all over the world.

Yishi

Xia Han Ming

It doesn't matter if you behead, as long as the doctrine is true.

Kill Xia and others.

Poetry in prison

Yun Dai Ying

Wandering around the rivers and lakes reminiscing about the past, the old people died in different ways.

I abandoned my troubles, found something in common, and left my pride as a prisoner.

Self-sworn poem

Che yaoxian

I am very happy to see the rise of oriental spirit, and I don't ask about harvest and cultivation.

I am willing to give my blood to my future land in exchange for permanent peace in China.

chained line

Liu Bojian

Walking in chains on the long street, stumbling one after another, the city people are vying for attention, and I have no shame at all.

Walking in the street with chains, the city people were shocked by the sound of chains, and my heart was at peace.

Walking in chains on the long street, the more ambitious you are and the more you fight as a prisoner, the workers and peasants will be liberated.